Monday, August 15, 2011


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June gloom rests low to the ground,
and sends the mist my way
south of Oceanside

I am alone inside, transforming,
learning present emotions
from convenience charge

And blossoms appear from the past,
blooming from hands and hearts
as I am held by my home

Sweet echoes are sent down paths,
I hold my breath to hear return
and smile when she responds

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